<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=482897" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cobweb</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck <br>of the house. From there I could see and hear the water, <br>and everything that's happened to me all these years. <br>It was hot and still. The tide was out. <br>No birds sang. As I leaned against the railing <br>a cobweb touched my forehead. <br>It caught in my hair. No one can blame me that I turned <br>and went inside. There was no wind. The sea <br>was dead calm. I hung the cobweb from the lampshade. <br>Where I watch it shudder now and then when my breath <br>touches it. A fine thread. Intricate. <br>Before long, before anyone realizes, <br>I'll be gone from here. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Anonymous submission.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Raymond+Clevie+Carver">Raymond Clevie Carver</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=482897" data-title="The Cobweb de Raymond Clevie Carver" data-description="A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck of the house. From there I could see and hear the water, and everything that's happened to me all these years. It was hot and still. The tide was out. No birds sang. As I leaned against the railing a..."></div> </div> </div>

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